The naysayers, they don't mean a thing.

Well, when I walk behind short people I feel like I'm going to fall over because I start taking these little steps, and I can't take little steps.

A lot of times when you play... you get this adrenalin that blocks pain.

I guess some kids around me had to grow up quickly, had all those problems. But I wasn't one of those kids, or around those kids, not at all.

In my mind, I'm always the best. If I walk out on the court (and) I think the next person is better, I've already lost.

I'm only seeing tennis balls these days. And maybe the occasional fashion sketch.

I guess rumors are more exciting than the truth.